Flindra slowly returned to consciousness and realized she was still in the crystal cavern. Her orb burned painfully in her hand for her incredible experience had channeled unimaginable energy through the crystal. Even so, she clutched it in a death grip for the crystal seemed to be an anchor rooting her to reality.
She had fallen from the cushion into a twisted heap on the floor. Pain radiated from every part of her body. Flindra pushed her legs from beneath her body. Movement intensified her agony, but move she must. Gripping the sides of the cave, she forced herself to stand and clung to the wall for a moment before her knees gave way and she collapsed. Overcome by a wave of nauseating vertigo, she retched until there was nothing left to vomit. When she finally gained control of her stomach, she stood and managed to keep her feet. She paused until she was steady enough to move and then she stumbled out of the cave like a wounded animal.
Flindra was only aware she had to find Kewero. This was the thought, which kept her moving up the passage from the crystal cave. Her body moved out of habit for her mind and will weren't yet focused enough for action. Finally, she reached the upper caverns.
"Kewero," she called, but her voice sounded strange and distant - not quite her own. She stumbled toward her bedchamber, not knowing where else to go.
Flindra saw Kewero moving to her. She seemed to be walking oddly, jerking back and forth. Flindra didn't realize she was the one who was staggering like a drunk. She couldn't understand why Kewero was speaking in some strange tongue. She could hear words but she couldn't make sense of anything. The world was moving out of focus - everything was swimming before her eyes. She saw the floor moving closer; she felt the cool stone on her face; she knew no more.
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